Allen stared at the black board and began to zone out without even reading the red vibrant letters

Vegimeat- Allo. I will be honest with you. I hate Laven. End of Story. Yullen is the best. So how did I start writing a Laven story? Easy, peer pressure. Don't give in to it like I did. (also 'cause my BFF moved and I promised her a ff 'cause I love her to DEATH) I attempted to make this a comedy, so apologies if you don't think it's funny.

Title: Raining Cats and Dogs

Rating: M! I cannot STRESS this enough. Later on it will have very, very graphic lemons.

Summary: AU: there were many things that Allen never thought he would have to do. Working at a maid café was one of them. Laven. LavixAllen

Pairing: LavixAllen. Kanda/??

Warning: No Lenalee bashing. Dead serious. I hate her too, but it's immature to do character bashing. Also it's annoying. There will be lemons later on, foul language (because I'm a cussaholic), some OOCness though I try…. I have a life and I can't study characters for hours a day. Boring beggining

Disclaimer: I own D-Gray man. What you going to do now?! (seriously disclaimers are pointless. This website is called for a reason!) No, I really don't own D-Gray man.

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Allen stared at the black board and began to zone out without even reading the red vibrant letters. He had been sitting there and doing the same thing for the past 3 hours. Sadly Allen hadn't even allowed himself to find a cheap café to eat at or even a bathroom for that matter. This was most likely the reason why he never particularly enjoyed airports. It did not help that there had been a two hour delay.

To tell the truth Allen didn't even know why he was at the airport. Actually he did, but the manner of which Allen found himself was questionable at best.

A female voice spoke overhead and Allen's hopes began to rise. Maybe he would finally be able to go onto the plane after hours of delay.

"Gate 48 may now board. First class please step up."

Allen looked hopefully at his ticker groaned. He was gate 49. So much for keeping his hopes up. With dismay Allen continued to look at the ticket. It was the ticket that had been tucked into the envelope that Cross had left on his night table. The only indication that Allen had in knowing that the ticket was intended for him was the brief threatening note that Cross had tucked into the envelope along with the ticket.

The note had briefly said that Allen was to board the airplane and meet a man named Komui when he landed.

He had a bad feeling about all of this. It was not uncommon for Cross to leave without saying anything, but for Cross to leave and give Allen a ticket… well, that was plain shocking. It wasn't just any other ticket though it was a first class plane ticket. Something was wrong. Cross was well known for being cheap and for the man to go out and buy Allen a first class ticket was completely out of character.

'Maybe Cross is trying to help me,' Allen thought but immediately dismissed the thought. This was Cross that he was thinking about. The little faith that he had in Cross had been lost years ago.

"Gate 49 will now be boarding, we shall be taking off to London, England momentarily"

Allen practically jumped out of his seat when he heard this. Finally his plane was there and with it there was dread welling up inside of him. England.

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Komui glared at his watch. It was just his luck that Cross had him pick up the new recruitment. Typical sadistic bastard. He could be doing useful things such as drinking coffee, looking at robot magazines, or even sleeping. Anything that avoided work and Komui considered picking up an unknown person to be considered work. It was then that Komui wished that he would have piled this job onto Reever. (In truth was was that he took the job from Reever because Komui had deemed it an 'easy' job)

Even three hours after the plane was supposed to land Komui had yet to get coffee. Looking down at his wrist watch Komui noticed that it was 10:30 and the last coffee shop that he had seen at the airport closed at 11. Now it was more of a moral dilemma. If he went to get coffee then there was a chance that he would miss the boy, but on the other hand it was coffee. It wasn't much of a hassle deciding for Komui after all he deserved to treat himself after a hard days work. What was the worst that could happen? It wasn't like anything bad would happen in a matter of minutes.

Better be safe, Komui thought and knocked on a wood panel that was in the waiting area. Without a second thought Komui practically ran to the other side of the airport to the coffee station called "Liquid Beans"(who was he to judge the choice of name that the company took up? As long as the coffee was good he could care less). As he ran he could not understand why he kept on hearing 'asshole' and 'ow! Don't shove', even 'bastard!'. Obviously they did not realize that it was an emergency.

"Asshole!" Komui shook his head; he had truly lost his faith in humanity. If people were suc cold hearted bastards to think that he could not treat himself to a cup of coffee….

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Komui glanced at his watch. Now he was happy, filled with coffee and-- was 45 minutes late to the newcomers plane! Not a moment later Komui was racing down the large corridor to the gate that he should have been at. By the time Komui finally made it to the correct gate, wasn't his fault if the numbers weren't ordered very well or clearly, it was close to midnight.

He berated himself, then Komui and came to the conclusion that none of the blame could be laid on him! Why should it be his fault if Cross sent a note to him only saying 'I'm sending a kid named Allen over soon, so take care of him' and inside with a time that the plane would land! Really, was it his responsibility to pick this Allen up?

A voice in the back of his head replied, yes. No matter how much he wanted to Komui couldn't deny the truth in this. Especially since Reever had offered to pick Allen up. But, Komui being himself thought that picking up Allen would be a clever ploy to get away from work.

Komui surveyed the waiting area and tried to find someone that could be an Allen. There were few teenagers and many adults. There was even an old man who was tapping his foot in what appeared to be an impatient tap. Randomly Komui walked up to a group of teenagers with pillows and blankets.

"Is any of you Allen?" he asked and gave what he thought would be a kind smile. Though the teenagers eyes shifted from one to another as though they were debating their odds. Since there were five of them Komui could not understand this but just the same waited for their answer.

"No," A brunette piped up and gave Komui a look that looked as though it were pretending to say that she could see into his very soul (which Komui very much doubted).

Komui's smile faltered but nonetheless he thanked the group and turned around to only hear them whisper words of him being some kind of pervert. He merely rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Now he was even more annoyed there was no one in the waiting area that could be an Allen. And now to make things even better, people thought that he was some sort of pervert.

Komui was officially annoyed with both himself and this Allen. Pulling out his cell phone Komui pushed his speed dial and heard the phone ring three times before going to the message system. Reever must be asleep… Oh well, he thought and kept on pressing the speed dial what seemed like a dozen times, he might as well wake up Reever it was for his own good anyway (in Komui's opinion he felt that Reever should feel overjoyed that Komui would take time out of his busy schedule specifically to call him) . These thought waves were before he heard an angry roar on the other line.

"What.do.you.want?"

"I can't find Allen." Komui calmly stated and pulled the phone a foot from his ear, he didn't want a hearing aid anytime in the near future.

"You, what?" Reever was angrier now. "I gave you one simple task…."

Komui began to tone Reever out and instead began to play with his earwax. Anything was more entertaining than listening to this prattle.

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Allen should have known that if Cross gave him plane tickets then there should have been some sort of ulterior motive. But now Allen began to wonder what it would be, he even wondered where he was supposed to go after he got off of the plane. In the note Cross said that there should be someone there that would be meeting him.

Not only had his plane been delayed but when he had gotten to England he had found that no one was there to even greet him. Maybe they're running a little late…. Somehow Allen doubted that they would be over 3 hours late. He waited with his small amount of luggage for half an hour and sat down in the waiting area. Allen wanted to tell off whoever came so late off, but decided against it and instead took out his agitation by tapping his foot repeatedly against the ground.

"Well, you see the coffee—Yes, Reever I needed the coffee…. Maybe if you would have picked up the boy yourself…. I never recall remember you offering such an offer." Allen heard a Chinese man calmly say into his phone. Though if the screams from the other line were any indication Allen guessed that the other person on the other end of the conversation was anything but calm.

"Excuse me sir, is there anything that I can help you with?" Allen asked.

The Chinese man turned to face Allen and said, "Thank you, Mr.-- You're not an old man!"

"N-no," Allen looked at the other man nervously.

"What's your name?" The man demanded.

Allen paused and opened his mouth to find that nothing came out. "Erm… It's Allen Walker." He extended his hand to shake the other man's in what was supposed to be a friendly handshake.

Something in the man's eyes lit up. "You're Allen?"

"Yes." Allen answered a little unsure. What if Cross had sent a madman to pick him up? If that were true then it would not surprise him in the least. Cross himself was a little rough around the edges once you have lived with Cross for any amount of time you learn to understand that things aren't what they appear to be.

The man quickly shut his cell phone without saying a goodbye to the person on the other end, stuffed the phone in his pocket, and then lunged at Allen.

"Allen!" Suddenly Allen fell over from the weight of the other man on top of him. "I could kiss you! I thought I was going to die in this airport!"

"Umm—could you plea-"

"After centuries of looking, I have found you!"

"Mister--"

"The coffee lords must be smiling down at me in forgiveness!"

Allen lay limp in the other man's hold. It was no use wasting his energy. He was right though in not trusting Cross.

It felt like hours that the strange man ranted to him about many things none of which made sense. For some reason Allen was glad that the man's prattle made no sense it would have scared him more if it had. After the man got up he had an air of dignity that many would envy.

"Well, now that you have kept us. We should go," Komui said and before Allen could begin to fume with thoughts of 'this was your fault' "By the way the name's Komui Lee."

"Nice to meet you," Allen offered a smile. He tried to resist the urge to blame Komui fir the fact that they had been kept for so long. They began walking in the deserted airport and Allen couldn't help but not be able to keep up with Komui's speed. "Erm, could you please slow down," Allen asked.

Komui complied and looked at Allen as though he were dissecting him. "I can see why Cross sent you," Komui remarked. And Allen began to feel uncomfortable under Komui's hard gaze.

"If you don't mind me asking but why exactly am I here?"

Komui blinked. "You mean Cross never told you?"

Allen was now even more confused then he was before. What had Cross neglected to tell him this time? "No…"

"You're going to be the new worker at 'States Galore'."

Allen's eyebrows furrowed. He had no idea what that was but before he could ask Komui had already answered. "It's a maid café."

"A-a what?!"

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A/N: Holly Crapimole that was a hard chapter. I hate first chapters they're the worst.

First off there will be a Kanda pairing. The one I have planned but I am open to consider what the readers want.

Also in need of a BETA. My grammer sucks ass.

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